My Healing Game

Tick, tick...

All the clocks on the wall were moving, the hour hand pointed at the same time, and Han Fei stood quietly in front of the clock wall, pointing straight against the nailed shrine.

"Don't be curious, there are a lot of things that others put on our consignment. If you break it, you have to pay compensation." The oriole took out a pair of gloves and an apron from under the counter: "The reason why we only want twenty-four. It is open hours, and another important reason is that some customers will come to consign items or redeem the things they had put in our store before. A man used to bring all his son’s toys over and wanted to sell His son sneaked over that night, begging us to keep the toys for him with a nose and tears, and he will definitely come back to redeem those toys."

"Did the child redeem the toy last?" Han Fei kept staring at the shrine and asked casually.

The oriole pointed to the debris area: "His toys are still piled in a cardboard box. The child hasn't appeared for almost a week."

"Then shall we keep it for him?"

"Keep it, those toys are not worth a lot of money to us, but to the child they represent childhood and companionship, and have a special meaning." The oriole untied the hair band on his head and straightened his hair. : "The value of second-hand items is actually difficult to measure. More often than not, we are not selling something, but temporarily helping them keep these things."

Huang Li led Han Fei to the computer. She gave Han Fei a correct account and asked Han Fei many things he should pay attention to in his work. As a result, Han Fei was fluent in answer and did not make any mistakes.

"It seems that you are more powerful than I thought. You are a very reliable colleague." Normally, it takes at least three days to start the work alone. Han Fei only took an hour to master all of them. He memorized The prices and locations of all items have been remembered, and all the rules in the store have been remembered.

"I don't have much to teach you anymore. I feel like I can actually leave work early." The oriole yawned, and she boasted Han Fei, but she was still a little worried. The night shift didn't seem to be that easy. There are some rules that cannot be said.

"You can master it quickly. You will come to see the store later, and I will assist you by the side." The oriole poured two glasses of water on the table, and she led Han Fei to the second floor of the store and the small warehouse on the ground floor. .

Although this second-hand supermarket is in a shopping mall, it has an independent sales window and an exclusive passage leading directly to the underground warehouse.

"Usually we rarely come to the underground warehouse. The stuff in it is basically completely abandoned by the owner. We acted in a responsible manner so we didn't throw it away..." The oriole was explaining, and suddenly it came from the door of the store overhead. With the sound of Dingdong Dingdong, it seemed that a guest had arrived.

"Here is someone, you go to the reception, I will watch you by the side, don't be nervous, show the best of yourself to the customers!"

Oriole and Han Fei walked out of the underground warehouse. They saw a severely humpbacked old lady standing in front of the store. This old lady seemed to be a regular customer in the store. She bent over and wandered around the store on her own, as if looking for what.

"Grandma, what do you need to buy?" Han Fei approached politely, but the old man lowered his head without answering a word.

She walked from the door of the store to the deepest part of the store, then looked at the wall full of clocks and clocks, and raised her finger.

"Is there a clock that can go backwards?"

"Go backwards? Although these clocks are old, they are all normal..."

"Is it normal?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Fei. Her eyes were sunken in wrinkles, and her face was full of traces left by the years.

The silver-white hair fell in front of her eyes, and the old man did not continue to choose the goods, she walked to the door of the store tremblingly, put a big cloth bag at the door, and then left.

"Grandma, your things!" Han Fei was about to pass, but was stopped by the oriole.

"The cloth bag should be made of clothes for the children. The old lady is going to donate these things." The oriole seems to know the old lady very well: "The old man's surname is Liu, a nearby resident and lives alone. She often brings them. Some things come over and let us help put them into the donation box. She has been doing good deeds for several years, but as she gets older, her mind is a little unconscious, and she often recognizes the wrong people and talks nonsense. language."

"Liu, a nearby resident..."

"The old lady is a good person. Next time she comes over, you can help her if you can." The oriole asked Han Fei to carry the package and plan to go to the donation box on the back of the mall together, but Han Fei stopped as soon as he picked up the package.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a smell in this package. Are you sure it is the clothes made by the old man?" The moment Han Fei picked up the package, he felt wrong.

"Sure! The old lady has given it away for several years."

"No." Han Fei had already opened the sealed cloth bag without waiting for the oriole to persuade him.

At the top of the bag is a sweater for children, hand-woven, very cute, but underneath the sweater is stuffed with chicken feces and some mouse skins.

The incision is skewed, the peeling technique is very unprofessional, and the blood has soaked into the surface of the fur.

These bloody, smelly things startled the Oriole. She covered her mouth and nose with a surprised and scared expression: "Why? The old lady gave away old clothes for several years. This is the first time..."

"Could someone touch the old man's package?" Han Fei didn't know the old lady well, and he didn't dare to draw conclusions easily.

"I don't know." After all, the oriole is a girl, she didn't dare to get close to the **** fur: "We throw things in the trash can, take the cloth bags back, and ask her when the old man comes to pick up the bags tomorrow."

"we can only do this."

The donation box and trash box are on the back of the mall building, and the trash box is more remote.

Carrying a lot of smelly things, the two of them stepped into the shadows behind the mall. The street lights outside turned on and off, and the alleys and streets in the distance looked terrifying.

"Is the trash can this far?"

"Of course, it cannot affect the environment outside the mall."

Lifting the lid of the trash can, Han Fei began to dump the dirty things. Feathers and mouse skins stained with chicken feces fell on the incomplete plastic mannequin, as if it was wrapped in skin.

"Leave the red sweater knitted by the old lady, and return it to her tomorrow." The oriole was about to close the lid of the trash can. At the moment the lid was closed, Han Fei seemed to see the broken mannequin's head slightly turned. .

Carrying the bag with only one red sweater left, the two returned to the mall.

Han Fei stayed alone to see the store, and the oriole went to the bathroom on the second floor to clean the cloth bags and sweaters.

"It seems that from a certain moment, everything has gradually become abnormal."

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong..."

There was another sound from the door of the store, and Han Fei hurried over, but there was no one there.

"Who came in?"

Han Fei checked the surveillance immediately and found that a six or seven-year-old kid had just ran into the store.

"It's early morning, how could this child appear at this time?"

Han Fei left the counter and went to the grocery area. A drenched child was squatting in front of a cardboard box full of toys.

He stared at the contents of the carton, as if he wanted to take it back.

"Do you want to buy these toys?" Han Fei asked softly.

The boy turned his head and glanced at Han Fei. His pupils were already swollen with blisters: "They were originally mine, uncle, I will redeem them, can you not sell them."

Han Fei hadn't agreed, and the system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have triggered the shrine random task-toy."

"Toys: There are many types of toys. When you are in control of the toy's destiny, destiny also treats us as its toys."

"Task requirement: Help the boy keep the toy until he redeem it."

The shrine mission was triggered, and Han Fei had to agree: "These toys are very old and no one will buy them. I will hide them in the warehouse later, or I will pay for them myself."

Han Fei was still planning how to hide the toys. Dingdong and Dingdong sounded again at the door of the store. He got up and went over, and a burly man entered the store.

The man was dressed in dark clothes, a mask and a peaked cap.

"What do you need?"

"I moved last month and brought some old things from the house to sell. Do I want to see if those things have been sold?" From the man's voice, he was a little nervous.

"what."

"Some old furniture and a big box of toys." The man said as he walked into the store and went straight to the grocery section.

"You can't rush!" Han Fei moved faster, and he stopped the opponent directly.

Seeing Han Fei blocking him, the man's hand hidden in his pocket moved slightly, as if he was holding something.

"I'm looking for my own consignment~www.wuxiaspot.com~What are you stopping me for?"

"Those things you mentioned have already been sold, not long ago." Han Fei's body blocked the man's sight, so that he could not see the grocery area.

"Who bought it?"

"It's a child, his skin is very white, as if he had been soaked in water..." Before Han Fei finished speaking, he heard the man panting more and more violently: "Sir, are you okay?"

"Where did the kid go?"

"It's the direction you came from. Didn't you see him?" Han Fei wanted to say something, but the man had already turned and left and ran out hastily.

Seeing the man walking away, Han Fei immediately turned around and entered the grocery area. At this time, the child squatting in front of the toy box had disappeared.

Han Fei hid the toy box behind the counter and looked at the toys carefully. He found that many of the toys were engraved with the word father, only one head was removed, and the puppet that could not be reassembled had two mothers written on it. Character.